Sunday, December 22, 2013

Entry 9

Jacqueline Wells
ENG1A
Professor Monique Williams
22 December 2013
Social Capitalism: A Positive Solution To A Struggling America
Where one is born is random, and whether they are born into a world of wealth or one of misery is left entirely up to chance. In Finland, expectant mothers receive a box from the government, filled with all the necessary tools for baby care. The theory is that each person entering the world deserves an equal starting point. One born in America is either not so fortunate or vastly better off. Like a flip of a coin, a child’s life is mapped down a fixed road, and seldom are there any major forks to a better direction. For those whose paths include college, the wealthy and the wary may chance to intermingle and stand equally as intellectual giants, but not before the economic binary has established the elitist status-quo of affordability versus affluence. College has been long revered as the definitive answer to the question of how to make a better life for oneself.  If we break open the vault that holds the vast majority of the nation’s wealth and redistribute it to fund public colleges and eradicate the student loan system, we will see the demolition of intellectual entitlement bred from the wealthy, and a foundation for unified knowledge and success for all.  Ushering in this period of true competition and economic growth would result in two things: achieving the dream of the proponents of true capitalism, while simultaneously indulging in socialist theory. A solution is defined as a mixture of two or more substances. To solve a problem, the answer generally lies in a compromise between conflicting entities. In this case, a solution between socialism and capitalism will be the only way in which we may observe the cessation of oppressing a struggling “student class,” and the reestablishment of economic balance.
Capitalism was hefted aloft on the backs of laborers in the same way that it was raised in the glass of the beneficiaries. The premise was idealistic and inspired: Work hard, go to school, climb the corporate ladder, and bask in success. The problem lay in the giant hole in the system: The ladder is narrow and far out of reach. Every person cannot become the CEO, or the latest Cinderella story of rags to riches on the evening news. Nevertheless, the latest generation of American college students has sacrificed their futures in order to enable them. They have submerged themselves in easily attainable student loans in order to fund their education and even their living expenses, all with the hope of achieving The American Dream of success, wealth, and by extension, happiness.  But measuring the economic successes of socialist-oriented countries overseas is not solely accounted for in money. It is measured in the socioeconomic happiness and prosperity of the effected society. The general welfare of a nation’s citizens is paramount to the purpose of government; it is written in our U.S. Constitution. “Ensuring domestic tranquility” does not mean that few should retain financial prowess at the sacrifice of many. “Providing for the common defense” does not mean that the progressive ideas that have been cultivated and nurtured in our classrooms should fall silent on ears tuned only to the ringing of the Wall Street bell. “With 50 million Americans under siege, we must move from the asylum of denial into the stadium of game-changing action” (Smiley and West 202). Taking the control away from those who are starving this country from growth via P.A. for-profit private organizations and greedy politicians will be the only manner in which we can start any real reform.
In order to crush the financial chains binding students to their destinies, it is imperative that we break the handshake between capitalism and education. A college system funded by U.S. tax dollars will ignite a healthy cycle of cash-flow, watering the aspirations of many by creating jobs and harvesting progression, meanwhile opening the floodgates for other social programs to blossom, such as healthcare, better welfare, and homeless shelters. Keeping knowledge closed and out of reach to the underprivileged is itself grossly oppressive, and may further be construed as an act of slavery, however unconventional. The master in this case has many faces, many names, and many dollars. We are the slaves, and college students are simply indenturing themselves in a desperate attempt to mitigate the chaos that is our economic system (College Conspiracy 1). In so doing, free government-funded colleges will provide for an equal launching pad for adults who are emerging into the working world, just as the Finnish babies emerge as equals at the start of their lives. “We can boldly imagine the unimaginable only if history serves as our touchstone” (Smiley and West 168). If we stay the course of blindly cowing to the capitalist script, there will be no opportunity for any change. History has established that this system benefits very few. Changing it will require not only a revolution in economics, but also one of imagery. Socialism is not the master. Government is not the master. The masters of the universe are the ones slipping money into the pockets of the lawmakers and the diplomats. As students financially enslaved for the rest of their lives, it is clear that the mission of our founding fathers has fallen to the wayside in lieu of monetary success. To overthrow the system, Americans need only refer to the preamble of the U.S. Constitution, and reevaluate the singular purpose of the document: ensure freedom for all.


Works Cited
College Conspiracy. National Inflation Association, n.d.
Lee, Helena. "Why Finnish Babies Sleep in Cardboard Boxes." BBC News Magazine 4 June 2013: n. pag. Print.

Smiley, Tavis, and Cornel West. The Rich and the Rest of Us: A Poverty Manifesto. New York: Smiley, 2012. Print.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Poor Perception

The following is my raw, uncensored perception of the underprivileged. Judge me how you will, but I refuse to lie about what goes on in my head, and I will acknowledge the flaws in my character as they come with honesty.

What do I think about the poor?


I grew up with two parents somehow struggling to make a living in the military, supporting two kids and one young adult. I never had nice things. In fact, I remember bursting into tears at around eleven or so, protesting our impending trip to the local thrift store. I distinctly remember my fear of being discovered- “What if I end up wearing something that one of my classmates donated?!” I wailed, “They already make fun of me, I don’t want to be the poor girl too!”

Looking back, I feel a sting of shame. My parents worked hard to make sure we lived comfortably and went to better schools than the inner city kids. Sure I didn’t get the name-brand clothes or the latest must-have toys, but I was loved and I lived in a neighborhood that I could play outside in until dusk without fear.

When I think about how much my parents sacrificed for the sake of me and my brothers, I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness. We could have absolutely been “that family.” We could have moved somewhere cheaper, I could have gone to a more mediocre school, and we could have had nicer things. My parents could have opted out of the military sooner so they could stay home longer and see us grow slowly rather than suddenly. But they didn’t. Instead, they buckled down and made sure we had the same opportunities as the upper-middle class children I attended school with.

When I see the homeless or the poor, they enter a filtration system in my head. I log their mannerisms, speech, intellect, age, ethnicity, gender, clothing, whether or not they smell, eye contact, work ethic if I can tell, and initial emotional and psychological capacity. All of these things seem to process in a matter of seconds to determine how I will react or what I will think. If I perceive them as “normal,” that is to say, as socially disconnected in public as the rest of us, then I may offer what I can, if I can afford to.

The deal breaker is if “they” talk to me. The invasion of my public bubble disenchants me regardless of who is popping it, so I will not say that it is because someone is homeless that my pleasant disposition shuts off.

When I lived in San Diego, I used to pass the same gray, homeless, wheelchair-ridden Vietnam veteran almost every day on my way to the trolley station. He never said a word to me. After about a week of seeing him, I started to give him a cigarette every time I passed him. He said thanks every time, and that was it. It stroked my ego and it gave him five minutes of peace, so I suppose we both won.

Most times, when I see a homeless person, I just want to help them out. I very seldom react with hostility. My dad used to tell me that for a while, every Christmas he’d “pick one” and talk to them. He wanted to hear their story. Once he was satisfied, he’d give them a hundred bucks to get a hotel for the night and a good meal. My dad is a liar with a Superhero Complex, so I have no idea whether or not he was telling the truth, but I always thought it was a good idea just the same.

I've worked in the restaurant business since I was seventeen. Restaurants are truly deplorable places. More food goes out the back door than out the front, and it is an utter atrocity that employees are forbidden under law to hand out perfectly good food destined for the dumpster at the end of the night.
My first restaurant was renowned for their bread sticks. They were over buttered, salty things that had cholesterol practically toasted on the side. As popular as they were, it wasn't uncommon to see fifty of them go straight from the oven to the waste basket at closing. My good friend and I, disgusted, hatched a plan. As employees, we were allowed as much bread and soda as we could possibly ingest without exploding. We were free to take bread home for our families, friends, teachers, postmen, whoever, but God forbid they were the poor homeless bastards downtown. So, we took tins. Big tins. And we loaded them up in our cars and we drove downtown, a couple of nights a week, to distribute them. We didn't do it because we wanted to sooth our guilt. We did it because we were angry. We were so angry with the industry that wasted so much and gave so little back. We were angry with the system that prohibited us from openly standing up to hunger and homelessness and crediting the company from whence our contraband came. Instead, we had only our names, and our food, and our hands, and their hands, and their eyes. Most of them didn't say a word to us. Most of them didn't even look at us. For shame, I don’t know. But for the few that did look at us, I will never forget nor will I be able to ever fully express the utter thanks in their eyes. That just pissed me off even more.

I've moved around a lot over the last few years. I left an abusive household to live on the East Coast. Then I moved back to the West Coast. I've lived in a house of Juggalos, rave kids, devout Christians, disabled vets addicted to pain killers, racist drug dealers, and old lesbians who fought the good fight so that I wouldn't have to. I was homeless at one point; couch surfing, broke, and on the verge of turning to the street, before someone took me in. I've been around the block enough to know that the only way we survive is by helping people when we see them fall down, without judgment and with only the request that they pay it forward. Without that hand up, people get left in the gutter. The problem is that their are too many bodies sleeping on the street and not enough hands.

How can we as a country ostracize these strangers for the cards they were dealt? How can we punish them for being unsuccessful in a system that is setting everyone up for failure? How can we let so few and privileged cast judgment on the rest of us, and keep the entire deck under the table?

I've been seeing a lot more publicity regarding the “1% of the 1%” over the last few months. And I think it’s great that people are learning something new. But I’m so tired of talking and listening to the same statistics shuffled around and rearranged. What I want to know- and I am 100% positive that this will determine the next election- is what we plan on doing about it. Clearly, Occupy wasn’t enough. Of course not- Occupy was the vagabond megaphone and hipster horn-rimmed glasses illuminating a social issue previously camouflaged in Dior cuff links and popular news media. The problem is that the people effectively controlling this country have the cards stapled to their chests and political interests on leashes. Infiltrating the system and decimating it is about as possible as breaking into Fort Knox. There’s just no way.

So, what do I think about the poor?


The truth is, we’re all fucking poor.

Friday, October 4, 2013

Entry 7: Bay Area Schools Research

Essentially, the book and the data I unearthed correlate with each other in terms of the relationship between under-funding and the racial demographic/socioeconomic gap between poorly performing schools and the schools with higher test scores. Each school's funding is supposedly determined by a placement on the tier system, which is based largely by data such as is provided below.
The book lays all of this complicated material out and applies it visually through his experiences in the field, providing a much clearer understanding of where exactly the money is going and why.

CLASSIFICATION VIA TIER SYSTEM:

Tier I: Elementary, Middle, or High Schools that are in Program Improvement (PI) in the ’09-’10 school year. Has a Local Educational Agency (LEA)-approved plan and are expected to receive Title I funding in ’09-’10. Identified as lowest-achieving 5% of all Tier I schools and are under the High School graduation rate.
Tier II: Middle or High Schools that are eligible for Title I funds based on demographic characteristics (poverty). Not anticipated to receive Title I Part A apportionment in the ’09-’10 consolidated application…Identified as meeting criteria for tier I, but not as part of the 5% lowest achieving.
Tier III: Elementary, Middle, or High Schools that were in PI, includes schools from Tier I and II. Expected to receive Title I, Part A apportionment, but did not receive. Schools show 5-year academic growth less than 50 points, and had 3-year Adequate Yearly Progress (AYP) score less than or equal to the highest 3-year average AYP score by school type for schools on Tier II list.

SELECTED SCHOOL SNAPSHOTS

Hillside Elementary, San Lorenzo: TIER I.
School Type: Elementary School
Grade Span: K-5
Student Enrollment: 499
Free/Reduced School Lunch: 86.0%
Socioeconomic Disadvantaged: 92.1%
English Language Learners: 53.3%
Students with Disabilities: 8.8%
Census Characterization: Suburb, Large Territory

Ethnic Breakdown:

American Indian/Alaskan Native:      0.4%
Asian:  3.4%
Pacific Islander:          2.4%
Filipino:           2.8%
Hispanic/Latino:          61.5%
African American:      22.6%
White: 3.2%
Multiple Races:           3.4%

Performance Breakdown:
African American:
85 enrolled, 85 tested. Number of valid scores: 80.
Language Arts: 12 (15%) meet proficiency.
Mathematics: 15 (18.8%) meet proficiency
Filipino:
11 enrolled, 11 tested. Number of valid scores: 8. 
Language Arts: 0 (0.0%) meet proficiency.
Mathematics: 0 (0.0%) meet proficiency
Hispanic:
186 enrolled, 186 tested. Number of valid scores: 178.
Language Arts: 41 (23%) meet proficiency.
Mathematics: 72 (40.4%) meet proficiency
White:
10 enrolled, 10 tested. Number of valid scores: 9.
Language Arts: 0 (0.0%) meet proficiency.
Mathematics: 0 (0.0%) meet proficiency.
Socioeconomic Disadvantaged:
293 enrolled, 293 tested. Number of valid scores: 287.
Language Arts: 62 (21.6%) meet proficiency.
Mathematics: 102 (35.5%) meet proficiency.


Hogan High School, Vallejo: TIER II.
School Type: Middle School
Grade Span: 6-10
Student Enrollment: 1,061
Free/Reduced School Lunch: 58.6%
Socioeconomic Disadvantaged: 66.3%
English Language Learners: 5.5%
Students with Disabilities: 9.4%
Census Characterization: City, Mid-size Territory

Ethnic Breakdown:

American Indian/Alaskan Native:      0.5%
Asian:  4.1%
Pacific Islander:          2.0%
Filipino:           22.9%
Hispanic/Latino:          23.9%
African American:      32.5%
White: 11.0%
Multiple Races:           2.7%

Performance Breakdown:
African American:
327 enrolled, 327 tested. Number of valid scores: 307.
Language Arts: 86 (28%) meet proficiency.
Mathematics: 50 (16.3%) meet proficiency
Filipino:
240 enrolled, 240 tested. Number of valid scores: 234. 
Language Arts: 159 (67.9%) meet proficiency.
Mathematics: 122 (52.6%) meet proficiency
Hispanic:
239 enrolled, 238 tested. Number of valid scores: 226.
Language Arts: 84 (37.2%) meet proficiency.
Mathematics: 59 (26.2%) meet proficiency
White:
108 enrolled, 108 tested. Number of valid scores: 102.
Language Arts: 46 (45.1%) meet proficiency.
Mathematics: 37 (37%) meet proficiency.
Socioeconomic Disadvantaged:
672 enrolled, 671 tested. Number of valid scores: 638.
Language Arts: 239 (37.5%) meet proficiency.
Mathematics: 169 (26.7%) meet proficiency.

Glassbrook Elementary, Hayward: TIER III.
School Type: Elementary School
Grade Span: K-6
Student Enrollment: 575
Free/Reduced School Lunch: 88.8%
Socioeconomic Disadvantaged: 92.0%
English Language Learners: 65.7%
Students with Disabilities: 9.9%
Census Characterization: City, Mid-size Territory

Ethnic Breakdown:
Asian:  3.3%
Pacific Islander:          3.3%
Filipino:           1.4%
Hispanic/Latino:          82.4%
African American:      8.0%
White: 1.6%

Performance Breakdown:
African American:
21 enrolled, 21 tested. Number of valid scores: 19.
Language Arts: 4 (21.1%) meet proficiency.
Mathematics: 2 (10.5%) meet proficiency
Filipino:
9 enrolled, 9 tested. Number of valid scores: 9. 
Language Arts: 0 (0.0%) meet proficiency.
Mathematics: 0 (0.0%) meet proficiency
Hispanic:
269 enrolled, 268 tested. Number of valid scores: 250.
Language Arts: 58 (23.2%) meet proficiency.
Mathematics: 72 (28.7%) meet proficiency
White:
5 enrolled, 5 tested. Number of valid scores: 5.
Language Arts: 0 (0.0%) meet proficiency.
Mathematics: 0 (0.0%) meet proficiency.
Socioeconomic Disadvantaged:
292 enrolled, 291 tested. Number of valid scores: 284.
Language Arts: 67 (23.6%) meet proficiency.
Mathematics: 77 (27%) meet proficiency.

Entry 6

In Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451, and William F. Nolan and George Clayton Johnson’s Logan’s Run, the authors guide us through dystopian societies, each with their own particular allegories in illustrating the downfall of the human character. While these books were all written in the 20th century, it is almost chilling how accurately the prolific authors depicted the future of their not-so-fictitious tales. Each book provides tremendous breadth in their respective attempts to encapsulate the issues they saw in the world. Thus, the application of any of these texts is a ready adhesive to any of the relevant and glaring injustices faced by members of society today. Namely, in the arena of public education, the massive loss of identity foretold by Huxley, the destruction of knowledge foreseen by Bradbury, and the rise of classism forecast by Nolan and Johnson are attributed to the impressive twelve-story shadow cast by big business. The subsequent subordination, ignorance, and group-thinking correlate directly with the invisible hand decked in red, white, and blue; the fingers capitalism may be seen dipping into the pool filled with the blank canvases of the young, impressionable, and uneducated.
      In the age of No Child Left Behind, schools saw many faces stream through their halls, but learned little about the curiosity or confusion in their eyes. The immense and sudden loss of identity may be exemplified in the general absence of art and music programs due to cut funding, as well as the installation of mind-numbing and endless standardized testing.
      The implementation of standardized testing left educators with no other option than to starve their lesson plans to skeletal remains, leaving students desperately sucking the precious marrow where they could. This profound loss of knowledge has led to an extreme ignorance that has become a frightening epidemic. Asked who the vice president of the country is, or where Germany is on a map, or who Charles Dickens was, many students past and present respond with a blank stare, then panic, then a string of guesses that quickly turn to defensive dismissals.

      It is true that all businesses must fill positions at the bottom of their pyramids, but it is racist, classist, and truly deplorable for one (or many) to assume responsibility of predetermining on whose backs the business will remain aloft. Nevertheless, time has shown again and again that the corporate goliaths cannot keep their hands out of the proverbial cookie jar, and so we see the end result in millions of individuals with a severe lack of comprehensive knowledge and critical thinking skills, even post-graduation.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

The saga of a lunch break

Dear Chabot cafeteria,

First, I would like to commend you for your incorporation of diverse (however selective) menu of ethnic foods, and your accommodation of varied diets including vegan and vegetarian options. 

However, after my experience in your establishment, I find that your service leaves something to be desired. Allow me to divulge my experience today:

Upon entering your establishment bustling with hungry young minds, I selected what appeared to be the most expedient option to acquire my lunch, which happened to be the pizza/deli station. After carefully reviewing the pizza selections, I noted the absence of a detailed ingredient list, and therefore asked the kind young man operating the station what toppings were on the chicken pizza. He listed off the ingredients, which included onions, peppers, and the obvious protein. I ordered happily, and upon receiving my meal I requested the common condiment of ranch, to which he replied they did not offer. I took my lunch just the same, and made my way to the salad bar, at which ranch was readily supplied. However, upon pouring my favored dressing into a soufflé cup, I was somewhat unpleasantly surprised at the torrential velocity at which the ranch jettisoned itself out of the dispenser.
With my hands gloved in white, I frantically searched for a napkin, or towel, or anything that might assist me in quickly mopping up the embarrassing mess now occupying the bar and floor. A bit flustered, I approached the Mexican food station attendant and requested materials with which I might correct my untimely mishap. She obliged, and I did the best I could, only to find a waste basket absent of the premises. Shamed, I was left no other choice but to return the soiled paper towels to the attendant, who, thankfully apologetic, assured me that it was no problem.

My accident now behind me, I hopped in line to pay the cashier. All the while, I had not paid attention to the physical state of my meal, and upon observing my culinary masterpiece, I found it adorned with sausage in abundance, of which I do not consume. I was thus forced to relinquish my spot in line to correct this mistake. The pizza station attendant, ever-apologetic, remade my pizza without objection. However, that left the perfectly good pizza in the trash.

I reentered the line with a renewed sense of anticipation. Yet, as I approached the tired-looking cashier, I felt my confidence begin to slip.
You see, I have had various negative (and thankfully brief) encounters with this particular lunch lady, anywhere from just a bad attitude, to impatience, or to demanding the purchase of an item before dispensing change to selected students. 
So, naturally, I approached with caution. I noted, as she rang in my purchases of the pizza for $3.95 and an apple juice for $1.25, that she mysteriously included a $.50 cent charge. I had an idea of the purpose, and only after completing the transaction did I vocalize an opinion that while I was prepared to pay the extra charge, it might behoove the staff to place a sign in front of the dressing station stating that there would be an extra $.50 charge for dressing sides. At this, she waved me off and snapped that everyone knows there is an extra charge, to which I patiently explained that I did not, and perhaps they should erect the sign nonetheless. She dismissed me again, which has led to the writing of this rant. Upon exiting, I noticed the napkin dispenser at her side.

To make a few points:

Listing ingredients lessens waste, and saves money in inventory.

Providing utensils and the like inside of your establishment may be more convenient for your patrons.

Charging an extra $.50 for ranch on a pizza for $3.95 doesn't make sense when your salads run for under the price of the pizza. However, if you must, then at least place a courtesy sign up to inform your guests of the up-charge.

Nothing can ruin an experience more than poor customer service. Please communicate this with the bitter lunch lady who refuses to extend any kindness to your guests.

Until the next time I am cashless and thereby forced to enter your cafeteria, I will certainly elect to purchase my meals at the food truck. Although the wait is longer, my 20-minute misadventure today deems it quite worthwhile.

Good day,

A disgruntled customer


Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Entry 5

"I ask the driver where he's from. He says he's from Afghanistan. Turning in his seat, he gestures at the street and shrugs. 'if you don't, as an American, begin give these kids the kind of education that you give the kids of Donald Trump, you're asking for disaster."

This quote really resonated with me because as Americans, I feel that we are both acutely aware and blissfully unaware of the global community's eyes. A child devises a master plan to get away with a wrong, and their mother sniffs out the mischief in a matter of seconds. American government is much the same. We carry on with a sense of cavalier arrogance and we literally bathe in our decadence, meanwhile the world is observing us with the same skepticism found in the eyes of American inner-city children from coast to coast.
The quote also struck me because the one who spoke it was from a country that exemplifies a truly unequal education system, if not a lot less subtle. A classroom without a single female is much more striking to one’s conscience then perhaps another without much diversity, and certainly without any information regarding social class. Still, this man, a taxi driver from another country, could point out the pedagogic injustice with ease. He even provides a comparison to Donald Trump, or the wealthy, to solidify his argument.

Even after over twenty years since he made that statement, his opinion still holds merit; perhaps even more so after America’s war left his home country in disrepair, never mind the education system.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Entry 4: A peek at my paper

Jacqueline Wells
Professor Monique Williams
English 1A
13 September 2013
Degrees in Debt
With living costs on the rise and a fixed minimum wage, it is no secret that the nation’s middle class is shrinking. This rapidly closing economic fissure is magnified by the swelling debt amassed by students forced to accrue student loans in the name of higher education. Paradoxically, the great achievement of formally recognized intellectual conquest is hindering scholars from proceeding to the subsequent financial life stages post-graduation; these stages, all of which necessitate good or decent credit, include purchasing a car or home, getting married, and supporting their families. With national employment still catching up to the pace of graduating young professionals, these newly-grads continue to struggle under the pressure of securing steady employment so that they may begin to repay their astronomical debt. It is unfeasible to demand an immediate change; what must change is the way that future students and their families prepare for college, in the form of devising a realistic, malleable plan, saving, and budgeting.
Every fledgling couple dreams of sending their children off to college to become doctors, or scientists, or astronauts. The sticker prices for the education necessary to these professions are generally out of said couple’s immediate budget. It is common for many parents to start a “college fund” in the early years of their youngster’s life, with the intent to have enough saved by the time the child is old enough to put the account to use. This tactic is good; however there are variables that could lead to this plan to go awry. This may include unforeseen expenditures that require “dipping” into the fund, which is of course done cautiously and with every intention of being replaced. Companies such as The Gerber College Plan and Upromise are reputable resources that assist young families saving for school.
College is the pathway to success, but to find the path, one must know how to look. Middle class families are still at a far greater advantage than the lower class, insofar as they have a general focus of moving forward and up rather than surviving. This allows for a greater perspective and competence of financial status, and a family may determine how and when their young people will attend college, rather than if. This is most applicable to the nuclear family of the 21st Century, where both partners work as equal heads of the household, while the stereotypical two children attend school. Whereas before, students would apply to four-year universities straight out of high school, a family could save roughly a third of that bill by instead having their children attend junior colleges to receive their general education. Junior colleges also allow for part-time work for students, who typically live at home and enjoy little responsibility. Part-time work benefits the student in two ways: it can help a student save money to transfer to a four-year school, and it gives the student employment credibility when they search for a job after they have obtained their degree.

As it is not uncommon for college students to switch majors throughout their academic careers, attending a junior college would also assist students in developing their own passions, thereby making good use of the time spent at a university. This is where the budget-plan malleability gains its relevance. If a student decides to become of a doctor instead of a dentist, the cost of education will easily double. If a family has not accounted for this change, they or their child may leave themselves vulnerable to decades of indentured servitude to the student-loan system. However, if parents can anticipate change and manage to over-shoot their budget, this may soften or eliminate the fiscal blow.

Monday, September 9, 2013

Entry 3

College: A single-function device
After watching Sir Ken Robinson’s TED Talk, “Bring on the Revolution,” a thought struck me that had briefly brushed my conscience before, but had never deeply penetrated my thoughts. It’s one of those moments where one feels as if they may get their hand caught in the proverbial cookie jar for even considering a possibility so heinous. My thought was this: could college be outdated? The more I reflect on my life thus far, and the more I look at the world around me, the more I become convinced that it might be so. The breadth of experiences I’ve had, versus many of my peers who went straight to college and emerged almost as naïve as they were going in, provides for me further implication that perhaps college is less than everything we were told it was intended to be. With information at one’s fingertips, it seems far more likely that attending  college and receiving a degree serve more as a statement of class, much less a statement of knowledge.
What really hit this notion home was Robinson’s referral of the theory of “Linear Education." I can remember preparing for college years before actually attending any institution; I recall tests, college tours, extracurricular activities, and even whole classes on how to apply to college and how to succeed once there. It seems as though my entire lower education was for the sole purpose of entering college, rather than for the sole purpose of developing me as a free-thinking human being.

I’m leaving this entry feeling bitter, skeptical, and disenchanted.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Monday, September 2, 2013

Entry 2

Jacqueline Wells
Professor Monique Williams
English 1A
2/9/13
Navigating the Doldrums
Before, during, and after their educational careers, students stand in the shadow of the looming question, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” This question evolves from an interesting pastime thought or dream, to a sudden threat necessitating immediate action and a hurried reply. It is after that hurried reply (or lack thereof) that the question then becomes “what are you going to do?” From there, the onslaught of follow-up queries begins, but they all revolve around the central issue of money. The Passion Project aligns a figure in “black shiny armor” as a sort-of mirror image of students currently finding their way through life. This figure may be analogous to a ship, moving steadily in one direction. As young people, we are expected to be just like the ship. That is to say, we are expected to traverse along a set path that has been planned, prepared for, and timed. To paraphrase Glenn Reynolds’ article, “Where Higher Education Went Wrong,” the problem is that tuition costs have been on the rise by roughly 4.7% each year, and students in The United States have collectively accumulated over one trillion dollars in student loans with no foreseeable means of repaying the debt. Therefore, colleges across the nation are seeing a significant decrease of applicants. Essentially, the path chosen or desired is becoming less and less navigable. Students of generation Y, and the future academics of generation Z, while granted limitless information, are facing a very real problem: With ever-increasing tuition and living costs, the prospect of insurmountable debt is sapping the passion from essentially every potential student. Where the student will live, how the student will pay for school, and where the student will work post-graduation have now determined  whether any one young adult will expect to go to college, or whether it would be more practical to get a more utilitarian education at a vocational school for a fraction of the price. It would seem that higher education is becoming less of a tool for success and survival, and more a luxury afforded to the more affluent of our country.


















Works Cited


1)      Reynolds, Glenn H. "Where Higher Education Went Wrong." Academic Search Premier. Reason, Apr. 2013. Web. 31 Aug. 2013. <http://web.ebscohost.com.proxy1.clpccd.cc.ca.us/ehost/detail?vid=16&sid=5c6707fb-a0e4-4ea9-9825-18445bd7b449%40sessionmgr115&hid=25&bdata=JnNjb3BlPXNpdGU%3d#db=aph&AN=85801116>.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Entry 1

Hello!
                My name is Jacqui. This is my first time on this website, and I think I like it! I designed this page as it best reflects my personality- that is to say, I try to keep my energy and my plane of thought on the more tranquil side where I can, since the rest of my life is loud and busy and full of distractions.
                Right now, the most important thing to me is getting through my education. It is essential that I keep my head above the financial tide long enough to get through college and into my career field. However, as I am supporting myself working full-time, and am a recent transplant to the Bay Area, it’s difficult at times to keep going.
Through the muck and monotony of everyday life, it’s hard to save time for things that give me a buzz and allow me to decompress. Mostly, the things that really light my fire are the things that I come face to face with on a regular basis. It sometimes discourages me that these issues aren’t more worldly and insightful, however I try to remedy that by finding some link between them.
                My current passions include breed-restrictive dog laws and discrimination, body-positive and anti-derogatory female verbiage awareness, proper restaurant tipping, and, of course, my major and eventual dream-job.
                I don’t believe that practice makes perfect, but I do believe that practice might make you better. I’ve been out of formal practice in English for almost five years, and it’s high time that I pick the pen back up. I have always carried an aptitude for writing, and for that reason I’d like to staple it to any future credential that I may receive. I believe that everyone is dealt a set of cards, and it is one’s obligation to play their aces. That is not to say that I am by any means better or more astute than the next person. After all, I am in this class and did not test out.
                Dropping out of college at nineteen was the biggest mistake I’ve made thus far. However, now at almost twenty-four, that mistake has instilled in me a sense of urgency, eagerness to learn, to succeed, and to progress. I understand now more than ever the importance of college and the limitless doors that a degree may open.

So there is a little snapshot of me. I look forward to this semester!